Four poems by Christopher Mulrooney

Four poems
by Christopher Mulrooney

triple play


wax the fruit

as carefully as you may be

carefully able to


mince the pies

caress the

caressable hula

girls


mambo the orchestra

manufacture the goods

single the fly

go home


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Cordon Bleu


ah prose's glories are not poesy's
said the eternal lecturer in Fine Arts
mine escutcheon hath it writ
underneath wild hogs rampant
o hear the curvaceous rhythms one
deploys and say Schoenberg is noise


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come on now


come on now

with the flames

and the candor of the burning

twenty-six letters

of the alphabet

and can you not make a word

to spare your life

or your town

or aught

appertaining

to what Langston Hughes would call

you or

me

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Ubu


he is the fat proprietor in a comedy

of the classical stage

peripherally


turn upon him

a street-level gangster


Author bio:

Christopher Mulrooney has published poems in Vanitas, Guernica, echolocation, fourW and The Delinquent.